Paired Parings
A sister strides amongst the clouds
with teardrops in her eyes.
wisps of hair fly in the wind as
thunder claps her cries.
I call to her, as up I rise
with sunbeams on my lips
I grasp her cheeks with my two hands
as round her the wind whips
Her tears kissed dry she lightly trips
down to a lower plane
where breezy winds stroke gently by
a storm released refrain.
Arm in arm over jade terrain
the sisters dance so blithe
One dark one pale, both beautiful
each waiting to be wives.
* Dedicated to my muse Dee in Darkness & Light
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